This is a song about "Al paca"

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

I reel them in, goadomes on see

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

They say love is the slowest form of suicide