This is a song about "Al quaeda"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

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

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

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

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Cause everythang gonna be alright

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely