This is a song about "Mardi gras drinking"

And getting money is the song i sing

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.

I ain't being bootsycrusin' in a six-o impala

Getting hype to nirvana drinking guava and java,

I'm in awe from all of those features

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Drinking roc like its tap

It's all good, finna dog that

Ask me what i'm drinking pour it up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

You're in another crack house drinking,

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Will be drinking like were insane