This is a song about "Sters and alchol"

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

You can feel it via spirit

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

They laugh and scream and leap

If he does my soul to keep

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And a fridge and some broccoli

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And don't ever (and don't ever)