This is a song about "Rednecks with whiskey"

With rock, shock rap with doc

Fuck that job been around that block

Portray us when they make us all the rednecks and criminals,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Nothing would change because of this whiskey that forces it to stay the same

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I be simply sippin whiskey tipsy from the fuckin liqueur

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Die with hope, live with virtue

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Left still while this blizzard blows my whiskey scent

Only out a year, now facing life

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive