This is a song about "Stop alcohol"

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

This is last call, for that alcohol

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Zero options to choose

Alcohol helps me get loose

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

We drinking alcohol amounts to kerosene

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

That hands you weed and alcohol

Hope my city is not too far

Or ethanol intoxication, alcohol rules this flawed nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation