This is a song about "Alexandra davis"

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Rip this is for you jordan davis

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets