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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Better than alcohol in everyway my mary jane, is showing everyone her thang,

A proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary, man

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane