This is a song about "Bardot brasserie"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I'm passed the hall of fame,

I'm going off the top of the brain

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Two sports references of people who are important

Drinking a forty ounce beer

A lot of people called it last year

And once you at a bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par