This is a song about "Alex berushing his teech"

And now these hoes are on my line

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

That's why his father won't give him his time

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

His thoughts disorganized

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

His conscience can take him to his grave

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

Should be harder to find

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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north