This is a song about "Al pacino"

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her