This is a song about "Al pacino"

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Don't worry just done get inside

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

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

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

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze