This is a song about "Drunken days"

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

You get close but no cigar

Drunken bastard from a bar

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days

It seems thats all i have these days

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Its four now, the clubs over

Days were gettin colder

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I've punched more fucking lines than a drunken fighter,