This is a song about "Bacardi"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I’m at the party sipping on bacardi

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

Boozy brandy and bacardi beverages

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with