This is a song about "Scotch"

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

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

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

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish