This is a song about "Ginger ale"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Dad abuses the beer

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

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

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Ma gin tissue- u soft. i ,goku, sensed u, sent you off.//

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

So keep fronting till my peeps come

While im sippin on rum

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

But fuck it, i know i'm the best, eli porter would shout it.

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot