This is a song about "Al qaeda"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

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,

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

You gotta make sure you aim right