This is a song about "Al qaeada"

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Al-right, continue to impose my might.