This is a song about "Alex the coke head"

I write this battle off the head,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Shell put the beam to ya head

Cutting me this worthless check

Sniffing up the coke, but its the bar weed am on/

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

The numbers burst my head

My voice make her wet

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

The rhythm gets into your head.

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, i'm lyrics worse than