This is a song about "Al queda"

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

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home