This is a song about "Patron"

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

You light-years behind here

Purp and patron can seal the deal

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Smoother than patron taste, my mind is in its own place

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her