This is a song about "Wierd al yankovic"

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,

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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