This is a song about "Drunk drivinh"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

, i was drunk bro is just no excuse

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

When the song plays, nobody loves "drunk in love",

Lord forbid, for the good kid

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

It's like a drunk call no matter who i call up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Every time i get drunk i'm never drunk enough

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Thy throw dough in unsportsmanlike manner, drunk and obscure

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Get high,get drunk and repeat the cycle,