This is a song about "Beer and pussy"

After every show, a dream she hold

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

Cussin' pussy and status,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

That shows how illogical and pussy you spit on the mic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Unable to think clear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

A pussy and a crotch, rapper and a fuckin astronaut!/

Get up and bite you must be a pussy

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

You a pussy boy, you and your team

I get paper like i a mail box, seen