This is a song about "Drunk"

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Check these slow pokes trippin' like they're piss drunk,

Being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Leave you like college girl - drunk and droolin'

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

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

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

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

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

And all women who had light features, see

Same thing #daily, getting drunk feeling #hazy