This is a song about "Gin and tonic"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

It gettin chilly back in philly so i grabbed me the gin/

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And the reason that i'm going

Out in the cotton gin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Tonic. my nigga jhon got me into black girls now all i'm speaking is ebonics.