This is a song about "Beer and weed"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Why not me the same thing

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Baby got that super bass

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Weed smoke, booze and violence

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

African queen got what you need

With some weed and a cup

The cool say i'm thug