This is a song about "Drinking b"

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

You're in another crack house drinking,

To them it's just a story

U about to get murdered b

Drinking a forty ounce beer

The vision is quite clear

It was just another party

"could of cost your life b"

Rap is music with real substance b

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.

Bitch, they call it motor city

I don't need no props b/

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree