This is a song about "Gangsters selling booze in th 1920"

Consuming, booze and fumes in twos.

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Booze? i think i'll have a case

And it ain't news that my brews enthuse dudes who abuse booze

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

A far reach from them rap dudes

And when theres booze their is boobs

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,