This is a song about "Homicide 187 patron"

If you wanted a date, don't come

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Im commitin homicide, just to stop suicide,

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

Smoother than patron taste, my mind is in its own place

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs