This is a song about "Al pachino"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Out-of-place and tore-up like al-qaeda with a jewish bible,

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

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

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

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips