This is a song about "Al qaida"

I can smell it when i go outside

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Must be something you want me to see

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

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,