This is a song about "Vodka and gin"

You just working with the scraps you was given

I feel like an alcoholic, no more gin

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Sippin' on the gin and tonic

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

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

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron