This is a song about "Alex berushing his teech"

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

The bitches is everything in between

4-3... yea, remember that please

Wears his jeans below his knees

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

His thoughts disorganized

I’ll be back on the same night

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash