This is a song about "Beer spilled"

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

We gonna be all the way gone

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Go over there right next to that empty beer

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

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