This is a song about "Drink"

So bitch shut up so i can drink again, i gotta drink again

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Drink some shit, money blows,

And these shape-shifting hoes

Drink until i get pissy bitch!

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Well, at least this may be my last drink

At your best you might

And drink there syrup all night....

I got my drink, i got my music

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

I drink for weeks at a time

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Next time the silly bitch might put poison in my drink.