This is a song about "Drink"

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

That was my influence

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

That's why at a young age i drink,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

And drink there syrup all night....

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink