This is a song about "Blood sex and booze"

Niggas die over shoes

You need shoes i need booze

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Father was immersed in debt, hadn't earned a cheque and turned to booze

When you spill out hits

Weed smoke, booze and violence

And it ain't news that my brews enthuse dudes who abuse booze

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues