This is a song about "Scotch"

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

You in the past me and future on the same watch

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

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

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

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