This is a song about "Al quida"

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

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