This is a song about "Alex owen"

I write every single fight that i have

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Keep searchin ill keep circlin my prey every day

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Keep it real yo, keep it keep it real,

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

We at the top where we belong

I have to admit, i have to yawn.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

That you'll never acquire, you're chickens, apply logic

With the dreams to be higher than the sky can acquire

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

I'ma work for everything i have