This is a song about "Drink ups"

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Dc, man over money

You don't drink, more for me

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend