This is a song about "Alice"

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Alice just had a vision

But somehow it made them listen

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

You'll never drink from my chalice, ill have you shrinking smaller like alice

But fuck the rabbit & that bitch alice,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was