This is a song about "Good cush and alcohol"

It drinkin' us like alcohol

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Of bad bitches and good tree

I was wondering maybe

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

And good if you senate and never menaced.

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

She in dangerima about 2 save her pink ranger

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

We going weed, women and some alcohol