This is a song about "Ginger ale"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

I dragged my draft, prepared

Niggas in the street scared

Dry land , but its my fucking

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Wanted another niggahs like a first draft pick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

You a lady boss, now you fly free

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,