This is a song about "Dark whiskey"

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Sometimes i enlighten myself when my minds dark

Or let us all live in the dark

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Indubitably i'm too street

There is no sun, and it's so dark

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Nothing would change because of this whiskey that forces it to stay the same

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark