This is a song about "Beers"

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

Make room for the groom married to his music

More money that mean less sleep

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

And grab me and the crew a few slabs of beers

Chilling with some smoking maybe just a couple beers,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

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