This is a song about "Al qaida"

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

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

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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