This is a song about "Drinking"

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Like drinking the evidence.

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Will be drinking like were insane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

You're in another crack house drinking,

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening