This is a song about "Al pacino"

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

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

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