This is a song about "Fame drinking"

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Ain't that your worst fear

Drinking roc like its tap

It's all good, finna dog that

Drinking straight from the keg

Kick back and know yo son set

I've got nothin' to worry about

Drinking alcohol until, i pass out

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Not aiming for big fame

Hallow be thy name

Speaking in adverbs, sleepily drinking it haphazard

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

My mama smoked so god damn much