This is a song about "Money and beer"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Slanging and drinking beer.....

Ain't that your worst fear