This is a song about "A chalice"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

We rule the palace indentured servants bring the wine and chalice

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Face the pain and lift up the chalice

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

You'll never drink from my chalice, ill have you shrinking smaller like alice

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm a grade a o g

Dc, man over money