This is a song about "Vodka and gin"

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Kick it, swish it, spit it, grin, sip the gin, and kick quicker,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Of the devil and then dance with him, drinkin' vodka,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Give'm some gin and tonic to congratulate ya

Out in the cotton gin

Catch you up on places i've been

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Wake up in your livin' room, calm, relaxed, gin and juice,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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