This is a song about "Al qaida"

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips