This is a song about "Flask"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

Got it cookin' homonyms off in this volumetric flask slow

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

I begin every good day by drainin whisky straight out the flask, daddy ask whats dat,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

If i give you a flask of these metaphorics raps, you'll never get sober

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for