This is a song about "Buy me a drink"

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

I don't drink liquor but they call me a dick

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I drink for weeks at a time

Go buy yourself a pen 'n a pad,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Ditching me for a drink in the pub

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Could be so thorny, make me want to drink a forty

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Try to buy me motherfucker

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder