This is a song about "Women and whiskey"

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

And they only talk about women

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And you ain't got to put women on pedestals

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

We going weed, women and some alcohol

See, i like the person that you are

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

They'll have to rename this one

Ross and folarin, couple women