This is a song about "Char botal vodka"

500 at the villa ain't no problem

Only soothed by vodka and rum

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Hey guys its me atari and i got 7800 honies in my ca

A start of a new form of saga, drunk even before i touched my vodka

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

And with no discussion i'm rushing straight to the vodka

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet