This is a song about "Nba bitches alcohol weed"

And to stop at that point, you gotta be on alcohol

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

The revolution will proceed

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Alcohol helps me get loose

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

We drinking alcohol amounts to kerosene

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I’m way harder than the concrete

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par