This is a song about "Love u camaro patron"

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I roll up to a party in a camaro there was drugs i wasn't gonna do them until they

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

U try to apologize..more lies..i can see it in your eyes..this is where our love dies

I really love u i tell people that im lucky

Everybody watching while you touching real money

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

U fell in love with my lyrics, they just fuked u n burst! wit no rubber