This is a song about "Al queda"

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

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

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them