This is a song about "Guns and alcohol"

I'm in my other car

That hands you weed and alcohol

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Im starting to see guns and knives

And to stop at that point, you gotta be on alcohol

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips