This is a song about "Alcohol 2k and bitches"

And if you looka all the bitches...

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Then i pick up my controller, and play 2k

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Better rape some bitches and then

And to stop at that point, you gotta be on alcohol

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

You ain’t never been higher than this

I'll take there homies,family and bitches