This is a song about "Summer and beer"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Hey your honor, is you kidding

In the heat of the summer,

Are you perfect motherfucker

At bunker hill hot summer,

As: and while you’re in my mother

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And beer as long as your mom is here! my