This is a song about "Crack head al"

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

When under pressure, i never crack

For what for cookin crack

Wonder if they take it all back

Thinking this shit's dope, yaw are on crack.

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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