the homie hit my phone, told me where to meet him at, pulled up in a fresh fit, 30 packs up in the back, left the tool at home cuz i dont want no fonk with nobody, pulled clamato out the whip to make my budweiser bloody, its days like this make my troubles disappear, grabbed my date for the night we took a shot of everclear, the suns dancin off her skin, got her lookin hella sexy, summertime up in the canyon, hit my phone up when your ready.