This is a song about "Drinking brew on the avenue"

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

You hate doctors (dr.) but you been on [(dr)ugs] you been [(dr)inking]

And ain't brew a tool used to be truthful

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

To the violence, drinking, smoking, and all the hate

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

I’m a plunger in the brew of this music shit_through with it

And drinking but ever since ive walked threw the door ive been wanting to bang

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

Will be drinking like were insane

Searching for fortune and fame