This is a song about "Women and whiskey"

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

Bring the battering ram where you live

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

I ain't asking for equality among men and women

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches