This is a song about "Vodka"

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Just wishing you were here, the money you chose, the vodka not beer

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Im chugging vodka in the hotel plaza,

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

And with no discussion i'm rushing straight to the vodka

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery