This is a song about "Alex brushing his teech"

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

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

His conscience can take him to his grave

But i'm not in the first place

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

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

That's why his father won't give him his time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Wears his jeans below his knees

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

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

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

Bet i get like 8 of them

Ultimately his decision,