This is a song about "Alex herring"

Buss a nigga straight headshot, no hesistation my gun shit aint no joke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Who do i gotta diss to make sure you rest in piss maybe lure two out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Maybe using an untapped source or just beating that dead horse

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

With rock, shock rap with doc

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/