This is a song about "Whiskey"

Money i make em buck

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Bring the battering ram where you live

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Nothing would change because of this whiskey that forces it to stay the same

Left still while this blizzard blows my whiskey scent

The day before is better than the present

I be simply sippin whiskey tipsy from the fuckin liqueur

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

Look, cole world, still a cold world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/