This is a song about "Beer beaches"

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

But my brother got a year

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

White sand beaches everywhere

No, not on top but down there

Ain't that your worst fear

Dad abuses the beer