This is a song about "Alexander o neal"

This summer gone be mine though

On his way back to home eya-eya o

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

I'm on a relentless crusade like alexander the great//

Mother, o my mother

Something worth dying for

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Mother, o my mother!

Said when i do dirt wit her

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow