This is a song about "My nigka alex"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Grab my knife and my gun

All the girls really want is fun

If i don't make that man there dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes