This is a song about "Al quaeda"

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

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

I can smell it when i go outside

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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