This is a song about "Whiskey fucking in parking lots passion laughter"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Cant spell slaughter without laughter,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Now the passion from the booth comes alive in a rhyme,

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world