This is a song about "Vodka and gin"

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Out in the cotton gin

I know that love it could begin

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt