This is a song about "Il be boozing"

I guess that il just have to deal

I got to make sure that i can play here

Intendent attend them, cool cause

But il cut your dick off

If you ain't about money

How fucked up it can be,

Here they keep a rachet close

There'll be highs and there'll be lows

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

He's wheezing out of breath i guess il be taking the chair

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

You faggot just pretending to be

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby