This is a song about "Sober thoughts"

Do not attempt to interfere

I been sober a fuckin' year

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

Black fours red drop head doors

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

And whenever i'm sober i'm wishing i wasn't fucking up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

If i give you a flask of these metaphorics raps, you'll never get sober

His thoughts disorganized

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

I'm swanning over the world never sober

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her