This is a song about "Alcohol"

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

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol

I know i've came so far

That hands you weed and alcohol

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Drinking alcohol until, i pass out

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

All the alcohol abuse just made dad's anger issues worse

We going weed, women and some alcohol

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