This is a song about "Alex brushing his teech"

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

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

This is to my unborn child

His thoughts disorganized

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

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