This is a song about "Get a couple 6 packs"

New year's day in a couple of days

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Spit a couple bars if they get a dose bet they come back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Yeah i then sold a couple o's to a couple hoes

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin outlawzbefore i leave, make sure everybody heard

I think i'm starting to get tired, let me wake up dink a couple energy drinks and get wired

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands