This is a song about "Cracking open a cold one with the boys"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Winter fresh with every breath like the shivering cold

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Im a young brotha with a cold flow

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Open bar with the torch card, now i open my own times^32

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Or you'll spend your life with wrinkles and skin cracking,

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say