This is a song about "Al quieda"

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

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

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

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

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

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