This is a song about "God of beer"

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Lines-of-a-god, no replicated pod.

I'm all out of beer someone fill up my cup

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug