This is a song about "Shots of rum"

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Musical shots at your head,

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum

But it was africa the continent we all came from

So, i begin to sip on mountain bay gay rum

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Swiftly taking shots of whisky quickly shit is kind of risky

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free