This is a song about "Alex wise"

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

She don't really care about anyone advice

And most of all be advised that he's wise

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Contrary to the rule of the wise generals

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

So narrow brained get wise boys, but not to the point

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

Ignoring the wise made his brain look like two molecules

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Aren't you somethin', an original

Wise ones who move tumble stand to rumble