This is a song about "Alcohol is feeling up my blader"

Most anger is built up, my whole crew is code breakers,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Dad, it's so ridiculous, feeling silly i hit you up

My head needs a shampoo so fucked up it is

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

They say them colors must be fake

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

December 4th a star was born

This is my break-up song,

My wrists is froze, im super loc'd up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I been i feeling like, i'm back up on my old shit crazy

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Only hall of fame i'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame