This is a song about "Beaches weed liquor you alright but my flow quicker"

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I said, "i'll slurp liquor quicker for my motherfucking nigga,

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

I aint winnin/ i admit it/ but im on my cash flow

But i cant lie man he was alright

Which you know i'm different, right

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Asked them do you know who stole my weed

Let's face it, i can’t replace

My flow you hate the pace

My rhymes flow softly but intensely i'm ghostly,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Than the kid that hit quicker than shots of hard liquor

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

My family good my friends and im alright