This is a song about "Al quieda"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

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

I'm al capone in a fedora, execution on the church altar

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money