This is a song about "Gangsters selling illegal booze"

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

What else can i do that's illegal

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Consuming, booze and fumes in twos.

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Your slippers not there, its time to quit your booze

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Booze? i think i'll have a case

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit