This is a song about "Char botal vodka"

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I try to tell them i'm one of the

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,

He's a janitor recreational rectum manager

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

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Of the devil and then dance with him, drinkin' vodka,

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead