This is a song about "Alcohol"

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

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

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

That hands you weed and alcohol

Young money, d-town's all star

It drinkin' us like alcohol

We going weed, women and some alcohol

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

This is last call, for that alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar