This is a song about "Taking shots and smoking pot"

Swiftly taking shots of whisky quickly shit is kind of risky

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I think i'll take her home and smoke some pot

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

Sick like poisoned liver's still taking shots like it's insulin

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Time after time, again and again

Their taking lives and twisten em