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

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

Probably die getting some head

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

In my bed with visions of you in my head, still i pray

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Code red, which means you go red

I put my body to bed

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Ahead in life and out of bed

You already know you're dead

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones