This is a song about "Alex the mechanic"

Guess i’m different than most

The more battles the better the flows

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

As the tao converted the thief

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

How to fix this, need a mechanic/ if only recovery was automatic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Miami nights, ain't another one

The bigger the the fun

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Here's the answer and the antidote:

New canvas she need a new stroke