This is a song about "Good to be an alcoholic"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I was never fake, i was just too good to be true

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Who ever parties should be proud damn it's good to be home

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Maybe good enough for you to write me an article

And if i do go you better come through

To be more of an adult than you

Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

1 to 10 you may be the best, but i'm an eleven.

I feel like an alcoholic, no more gin

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin