This is a song about "Being drunk"

Thy throw dough in unsportsmanlike manner, drunk and obscure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

But he was too drunk and high to even care,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk,

This is something different

I think that i must be drunk

Being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

When the song plays, nobody loves "drunk in love",

Every time i get drunk i'm never drunk enough

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love