This is a song about "Lex"

Whoo ride with the burner in the blackened lex/

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Police searchin up my lex over who's petrol

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Im badder than lex luthors madness

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

I'm gettin' vexed to shoot ya, so fly, bring it, lex luger,

Back to lex luger, you are not a crip tonight,

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right