This is a song about "Al quida"

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

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

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

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

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

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

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would