This is a song about "Alex berushing his teech"

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

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day go

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Yeah hail mary full of grace

His conscience can take him to his grave

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Had to wear the 13's with them

Ultimately his decision,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

This soldier fought his way to free from his disgrace.

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Praised his homie for his quick handedness