This is a song about "He drinks like"

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

He's the part of me that drinks when the days are done.

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Acting all hard when he hardly like that

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

He will destroy you like a bulldozer

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

May just gon' bring hobo back

Homie he is rapping like a compu device

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

A real wonder woman

Grab your drinks, lets have fun