This is a song about "Beer beaches"

Go over there right next to that empty beer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

Stupid leeches, while y'all critics, politicians on beaches,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

That i burn up like miami beaches/

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?