This is a song about "Champagne showers"

Champagne for real friends real pain for sham friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

You say you baptized our minds like my rhymes in showers,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne.

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

The life of a rapper, swimming in champagne

Who gets his rocks off in the showers staring down the trousers of some washed up rapper

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster