This is a song about "Al"

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree