This is a song about "Rum runners mc"

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Soaked with pitchers of rum

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,

While im sippin on rum

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

I never though then i'd become an mc,

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Better stay outta their way 'cause their convict runners

The hard, fast dope has a whole lot of coroners

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Yo it time to slaughter another fake mc

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

So don't be mistaking me for some faking mc,