This is a song about "Outfit drink"

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Next time the silly bitch might put poison in my drink.

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

That's why at a young age i drink,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Putting up with all the bullshit and putting on a good outfit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

So bitch shut up so i can drink again, i gotta drink again

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I pick an outfit and walk down the stairs to the washroom

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room