This is a song about "Alexandra"

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins