This is a song about "Alexis my bae"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

Car seats got screens in them

My words are my rhythm

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Secret society all we ask is trust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.

In the lambo looking like a fly