This is a song about "Whiskey rebellion"

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I be simply sippin whiskey tipsy from the fuckin liqueur

Left still while this blizzard blows my whiskey scent

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Intxicated rebellion gonna bust a bottle over your head bitch

She said i'm ready to fuck

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

And mine somewhere bout mars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?