This is a song about "Al quida"

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done