This is a song about "L a capone"

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

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

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

When i'm low, she take me high

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

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

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