This is a song about "Daddy we need a pug"

See, sometimes we all need a little whiskey in our cup

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

We need mandela , still we need mandela

We stay faded, need no occasion

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Cause my daddy wasnt round, nigga dropped a dime

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Just need a dope beat and bet, scotts nice, we got a cold flow and he got ice,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

We locked, you need the combo/

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Dont give a fuck like what we need feelings for,