This is a song about "The ulimate cask"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Wolf gang, wolf gang

The game plan, the game plan

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The more battles the better the flows

You feel it from your head to your toes

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

The birds i knew flip birds