This is a song about "Al pacino"

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

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

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

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