This is a song about "Drink until my liver roughts"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I want to drink my sadness down

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Until you go behind my back

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My finger on the trigger, again in the liver, like my reps gotta pump

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old