This is a song about "Al pacino"

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

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

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

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes