This is a song about "Alex brushing his teech"

Wears his jeans below his knees

No key for release

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

His thoughts disorganized

And ask me how was my night

His conscience can take him to his grave

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Ultimately his decision,

When it's all said and done