This is a song about "Alex berushing his teech"

His conscience can take him to his grave

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

His conscience can take him to his grave

Driving my car to a foreign place

This soldier fought his way to free from his disgrace.

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Praised his homie for his quick handedness

Can't wait til i see l.a., cause it's so scandalous

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash