This is a song about "Alcohol"

Or ethanol intoxication, alcohol rules this flawed nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

That gyal want mi ride har

That hands you weed and alcohol

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

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

Alcohol helps me get loose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Drinking alcohol until, i pass out

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Tried multiple drugs, took multiple shots of alcohol

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

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