This is a song about "Beer and death"

And now the chance of my death increases.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Do not attempt to interfere

Dad abuses the beer

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there