This is a song about "Alex the mechanic"

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows