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

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

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

But fuck the rabbit & that bitch alice,

So now she picks up the gun

Alice just had a vision