This is a song about "Alex es puto"

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Abc, skip the d she’s got double e’s