This is a song about "Ginger ale"

Bury my foes, up in drift but

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Flow to flow sound to sound, my flow is hydro

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

“nah, don’t make me call the porter”

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I may be shorter than 5'3" but

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

But i let off everything i have

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass