This is a song about "Oliver leach"

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I'm not gonna bleed you, for your idiocy,

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Not to keep going for me but for the liquor

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Can we pour some liquor

And that i spent the night with her

Off this liquor with a stripper

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

If he disagreed he'd be beat by both his parents till his butt would bleed

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor