This is a song about "Al pachino"

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow