This is a song about "Get drunk"

He's a drunk, thats why his doesn't get any props,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Drunk in love,grab a chair drinking wine

You reflect in this heart of mine

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Check these slow pokes trippin' like they're piss drunk,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Get high,get drunk and repeat the cycle,

I dont care about girls that get so drunk they cant count to two

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you