This is a song about "The ulimate cask"

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

The more battles the better the flows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Sign on my dick that say

The key is the only way