This is a song about "Alcohol"

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

I don't lean to alcohol yeah my life was bad and all.

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Alcohol helps me get loose

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Yeah i know, but i never had no problem with alcohol

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far