This is a song about "Weed hoes beer"

I wish i could live with no fear

Papa took a sip of his beer

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Haters beware, i can see clear

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

Amir better be up in here cuz hes gotta buy the beer,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her