This is a song about "Al quaeda"

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

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

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree