This is a song about "Drinking the rum"

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

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

While im sippin on rum

And it ain't no problem

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Like drinking the evidence.

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Hoping that he's listening

Damn she even started drinking

Tell them niggas they slipping

And you're just drinking

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Only soothed by vodka and rum