This is a song about "Porch and beers"

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

I say my goodbyes and walk out the porch door

I’m a mash ya bitch wed ma porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Chilling with some smoking maybe just a couple beers,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance