This is a song about "Gettin crunk"

Days were gettin colder

And i ain't frontin for her

You be get up on this fly shit baby

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

And we gettin' money, over here,

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean