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

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

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

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

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Feeling like it’s armageddon and imabout to get a ride quick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

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

Trapped by the #pipe feeling like theres nothing else to #life,

As your family dies, and my family rise

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

The truth shall be told

But like the diamonds and gold

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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