This is a song about "Get your drink on"

I want you all up on the floor so go on and get on your feet

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Now give us your bullets an get on your knees

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Get on your knees bitch, show deezy just what that tongue do.

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Get on your knees bitch and do all your chores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Drink your ice tea and enjoy geting beaten by me

Knowing you can no longer party

Get on your knees and bow before me/