This is a song about "Grapefruit beer"

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

In the same year

Dad abuses the beer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Your such a pussy puked on your first beer

You stay alive motherfucker, you owe me a beer

And this the endso good luck with your career

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer