This is a song about "Green liquor"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor

Even if you not a stripper

Pour a little liquor

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

Hymn hydra paid liquor, she's unaesthetic yo

Stamp no lick her,,tipsy off the liquor,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Drowning my sorrows in a cheap bottle of liquor

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Than the kid that hit quicker than shots of hard liquor

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Then keep your change like an oink machine

People wonder why grass is green,