This is a song about "Al pacino"

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

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

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,

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze