This is a song about "Al dente"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

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

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Look it something they can't ever see

We bundys you al but i'm teddy