This is a song about "Al dente"

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

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