This is a song about "Gin"

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

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Young nigga's call it slayer. im drinkin out my cup with gin, i'll eat later

There's people goin hungry, see some runnin for the dope and gin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened