This is a song about "Country girls bed of my chevy beer"

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

I'm all out of beer someone fill up my cup

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Bed and my dick in yo girls ass

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g