This is a song about "Alex brushing his teech"

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

His conscience can take him to his grave

But she took it in his place

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain