This is a song about "Beers by the bagload"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Kids use to make fun of my pointy ass ears, so i started chuggin beers,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Chilling with some smoking maybe just a couple beers,

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

She's cute but her forehead's big

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

By the altered consciousness caused by drug over dosage.

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

Speak, motherfucker, before i hit you with bottles of beers.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears