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.

And it weighs a ton

Alice just had a vision

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i 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