This is a song about "Ginger ale"

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Left me like a blank white paper

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

They say i talk like im god body

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Who am i? someone set me free

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything's drawn around ya

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money