This is a song about "Alex the coke head"

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

What, is it served fresh with fries and a coke on the side?

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Another victim dissin the towel head/

The rhythm gets into your head.

My god come before this bread

You got to have your game tight

Hit the coke when you write,