This is a song about "Alex brushing his teech"

Who was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a bitch using anal beads,

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

And i put you on the team

From the womb, my newborn child

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

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