This is a song about "Moustache"

I guess you could say that's my poison, such a lovely crutch

Shaking, making fists and staring at what was clearly an "a cup"

When she's done i'm hungrier than a mo' fo'

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

Like d. lector and g-mo i got a potty mouth

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house