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

Feeling you up, you're already scared enough

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Whats up, my name is ryan,

I'm a son of gun

The time is now, on everything

Husteling and my dreams i be feeling

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Im a little wack but my posture is straight up my back

That shit was wack as fuck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Sicken feeling running thought my head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet