This is a song about "Beer and death"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

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

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

And i'm a just take another guess

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

And now the chance of my death increases.

Smoking so much weed and im having a beer/

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess