This is a song about "Whiskey rebellion"

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

9 months while holding in life

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

See, sometimes we all need a little whiskey in our cup

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

So i ain't giving a fuck

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Causin' insane rebellion,