This is a song about "Alex rudd"

O. trice always rep his block

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

I just write that right by a mic stand

I ain't really been myself since rod passed

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

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

I rap fast they rap plod, i'm living in fantasy with ma rap rod

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,