This is a song about "Al qaeada"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

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

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Look it something they can't ever see

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese