This is a song about "Al qaeada"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

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

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

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