This is a song about "A beak up"

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Bitches is artificially duck

I'm a saint you ain't gonna step up

They like talking, its like gossip

It's gonna be a fight up

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Just a straight up stoner

Poke out from behind her

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

A lost legacy, treadin heavily, fed up

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)