This is a song about "Alex brushing his teech"

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

She don’t give her nigga head

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

And i put you on the team