This is a song about "Al qaeada"

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

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,