This is a song about "Barbecues and beer"

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Go over there right next to that empty beer

And this the endso good luck with your career

Can't you give me some time just to sip my beer?

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

And beer as long as your mom is here! my

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Do not attempt to interfere

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

After every show, a dream she hold

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Hoping that he's listening