This is a song about "Nigga needs a drink"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

I smoke mad blunts and drink a lot

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Your rhymes needs just a little adjustment

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

He needs one like a homeless needs shelter

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Well my lifes a question that needs answering,

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money