This is a song about "Hennessy"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Spit with a bitter bit of hennessy,

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Im a fuckin maniac, poppin prozac, and chasin the shit with hennessy cognac,

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

Turned his hope into an enemy, just totes the bottle of hennessy

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

To better me, you're still a guinness, weak to hennessy off the cap, #come