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

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

She prayed on me passing that bar

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Yeah i know, but i never had no problem with alcohol

Its somethin like manute bol

This is last call, for that alcohol

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

We drinking alcohol amounts to kerosene

That hands you weed and alcohol

I'm a fucking rap star