This is a song about "Stout"

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

There's no truth in your life but your lies were stout

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Similar to drinking stout, i just wanna scream and shout