This is a song about "Tittiess and beer"

Man that's my worst fear

Slanging and drinking beer.....

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Causing me to steer, off the path, someone get me a beer,

Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

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

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

Papa took a sip of his beer

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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