This is a song about "Alex berushing his teech"

Wears his jeans below his knees

And all my childhood memories

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

So i went down south but i ended up north

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

His conscience can take him to his grave

Praised his homie for his quick handedness

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Chasing money in the city of crime

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Ultimately his decision,