This is a song about "Al queda"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

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

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

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

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

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

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

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

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though