This is a song about "Alex berushing his teech"

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

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

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

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Ultimately his decision,

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

Good help is hard to find

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

He won't run away with his tail between his legs