This is a song about "Al quieda"

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

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

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

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

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

They say nothings ever free

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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