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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

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

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

Ay yo you wonder who i are

That hands you weed and alcohol

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Can barely walk the city streets

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

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with