This is a song about "Whiskey"

I be simply sippin whiskey tipsy from the fuckin liqueur

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

Left still while this blizzard blows my whiskey scent

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

On they car note to go to the club

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work