This is a song about "Al quieda"

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

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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,