This is a song about "Shots"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I bust shots, they bust back

And daddy's in the cadillac

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I've been balling those shots

You could say i'm friends with fred

Musical shots at your head,

Shawty can i taste you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Sippin' shots crippen after