This is a song about "Al quaeda"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

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

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

I make a way for my people to see the light

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

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

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

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

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

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