This is a song about "Al queda"

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree