This is a song about "Guns and alcohol"

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

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

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

We got dat guns and flow

You know i be teasing, though

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

The hotels we staying in twelve star

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need

With no guns and no shields

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

We going weed, women and some alcohol

The underdog of the underground has come far