This is a song about "Beer bong"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Father dude that wont put down the beer

With a bong fully loaded

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Tats no dey for my arm

While jeffy-d hits the bong

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Amir better be up in here cuz hes gotta buy the beer,

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I'll just sit here, and kick back with my last bong.

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong