This is a song about "Al gore"

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore