This is a song about "Beer and the pole out to camp fishing feeling like gold"

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out

I prefer your applause without a handout

Everybody wants the gold and a place to spend it,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Causing me to steer, off the path, someone get me a beer,

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

They want me to concentrate in a camp

But my plan is to show you that i understand