This is a song about "Vegas soda shop"

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

And it rules everything around them

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

It's just my soda mixed with brown

He won't sit down, given the crown

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Orville might think they microwaved the shop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

My voice is bubblier than soda fizz, wish,

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches