This is a song about "Al of my"

Been up and down like a criminal record, guess that's why there's al capone,

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

This all part of my plan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

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

Thought this was forever love

Feel the wrath of my rhythms

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion