This is a song about "Alex brushing his teech"

Praised his homie for his quick handedness

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

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

Ultimately his decision,

They had a hell of a run

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

But in the meantime it's lights please

Wears his jeans below his knees

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

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

This soldier fought his way to free from his disgrace.

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase