This is a song about "Victoria bitter"

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

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

Smoke emitter, and i'm bitter/

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Veterans are bitter, jittering, considering i'm a newborn in the game

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

The foes, they got bitter,

And that i spent the night with her

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

These pigs are frickin' sippin' on liquor, fillin' their greed, gettin' bigger n' bitter

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

They smoking on something making haters feel so bitter