This is a song about "Scotch"

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

Take you to my basement, get some scotch tape to wrap ya face with

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

You in the past me and future on the same watch