This is a song about "Al qaeada"

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival