This is a song about "Al qaeada"

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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