This is a song about "Alcohol"

I guzzle up at the bar

This is last call, for that alcohol

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

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

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

Got 'em dropping drawls on my balls after shots of alcohol

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

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

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

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

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours