This is a song about "Al pachino"

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

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

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

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

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

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow