This is a song about "Al bundee"

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Out-of-place and tore-up like al-qaeda with a jewish bible,

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Now don’t it sound legendary

We bundys you al but i'm teddy