This is a song about "Al gore"

I'm al capone in a fedora, execution on the church altar

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

From an innocent little child, i grew up to love gore

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually