This is a song about "Party and bullshit"

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Radical larry, party, and bullshit

And not a copy

So i went out to party

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Everybody finger point in your direction

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Makes for a hell of party

Smoking on a marley

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Crew at my house and we party every weekend so