This is a song about "Green liquor"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I dream of makin green/

I be on my dark liquor

But is you trynna be dinner

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Drowning my sorrows in a cheap bottle of liquor

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

People don't condone what they've never seen

Party hearty hardly awake, mind blank from the hard liquor

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

Don’t you be holding back, your love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

You don't want rap about drugs or liquor?

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her