This is a song about "Al queda"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right