This is a song about "What s a smoke without a brew its like"

Ok now everythings wonderful

And ain't brew a tool used to be truthful

I put these poems all in these songs

Like a cat without claws,

Its me down stairs ill have two sugars if ur making a quick brew

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

I've seen what it does to a nigga without his own plan,

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Let's find a way to put down the brew

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

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

I smoke a lot of weed, i mean why not? its kind of a give away that i smoke a lot of pot

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

If you ever wondered what its like to be hit by a train