This is a song about "The ulimate cask"

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

They like talking, its like gossip

Stuck in the in the tub,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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