This is a song about "Wierd al yankovic"

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

But make sure if they do see

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze