This is a song about "Flask"

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

Got it cookin' homonyms off in this volumetric flask slow

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

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

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

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

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