This is a song about "Alex hayes"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy

Starting to imagine that i am seeing mist

Being fly was priority to the lowest

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

Narcissist, that cant see through the mist

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

A rational b j given by your raps

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Rap is music with real substance b

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably