This is a song about "Moonshine"

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Stamp no lick her,,tipsy off the liquor,

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Dumb hillbilly backwoods hicks, trying to mask our past,

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Most times when a liquor all gone

Yea, i been humble too long

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Third ward general, young cash money

Live they whole life drainin' booze

With women with issues