This is a song about "Malt liquor"

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

On the dock sittin' while liquor bottle sippin'

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

And the last one, he's in the mirror

You don't want rap about drugs or liquor?

When i’m looking in the mirror

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Party hearty hardly awake, mind blank from the hard liquor

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,