This is a song about "Kicked it with the boys with the rum"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

My doc kicked the bucket, so i said fuck it,

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Fuck im coming off the dome with it

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I've been fucking fronting with you since i kicked open the damn door.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

The boys fuck a chorus this shit goes hard fuckin with a beast turn a lady i

Soaked with pitchers of rum

I don't care what it did to them

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d