This is a song about "Ginger ale"

We have nothing in common

Remove their hands, they got none

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Y'all think i'd ever leave the pages blank? i'm supposed to flow so

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

But i cant help but like...

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

The victim that i capture often aren't like a tea kettle

Keep your heads up high

With feelings that we're dry