This is a song about "Alex brushing his teech"

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

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Baby got that super bass

His conscience can take him to his grave

Looking for them better days

Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

The real muscle in the message of that

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

For that paper, i'mma grind