This is a song about "Alex berushing his teech"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Murder his family

That's why i'm makin' money

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,

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass