This is a song about "Drinking beer with the homies"

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

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

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Too bad, that's the beer talking

You're uncool like my mother kin

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Like drinking the evidence.

Got a nigga seein things