This is a song about "La capone"

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo