This is a song about "Birmingham al"

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

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

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

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

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,