This is a song about "Alice davison shepshed"

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

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

But fuck the rabbit & that bitch alice,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Alice just had a vision

Got hu women frostburg women

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

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