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

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

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

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