This is a song about "Too much to drink"

Trying to give them light and a message

I beat myself up too much

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit

The pressure's too much man, i'm just tryin' to do what's best

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

With another, little fucker who's had way too much to drink?

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I guess i just grew up too quick,went through to much shit

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,