This is a song about "Alcohol"

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

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

All the alcohol abuse just made dad's anger issues worse

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

This is last call, for that alcohol

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

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

That hands you weed and alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall