This is a song about "Ballout and passout"

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Living young and wild and free

This is like riding through the city

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

We never tattle, let god handle that

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

But don't fall asleep

They laugh and scream and leap

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers