This is a song about "Vodka"

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

They all see my life from a childish position

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head