This is a song about "Alex berushing his teech"

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Wears his jeans below his knees

So now she picks up the gun

Ultimately his decision,

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

Is not far from white girls with big bread

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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