This is a song about "Bock"

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs

A lot of people called it last year

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

Me and my peeps often meet

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Taking pills with beer chugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

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

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Often im underrated, a genius dictator