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

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Niggas die over shoes

Live they whole life drainin' booze

Your slippers not there, its time to quit your booze

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

You redundant, you never ever change

Imma show you how this shit is done in 5th

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

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

Selling coke to the fiends stuck in my raw ways,eyes always red in the days from

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Yeah, look here i pay dues

You need shoes i need booze