This is a song about "Al quieda"

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

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

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

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