This is a song about "Al queda"

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

My direction good, well-rounded type

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

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

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could