This is a song about "Getting hit with a vodka bottle"

Got hit, with a hurricane

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Bound to hit a bitch with a man-hoe cover

Of the devil and then dance with him, drinkin' vodka,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Thats why sometimes i smoke and hit the bottle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love