This is a song about "Al pacino"

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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