This is a song about "Case of beer"

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

But i've got an awful bad case of writer's block.

I was framed, got the case of salts

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

I was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I'm all out of beer someone fill up my cup

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Was framed, got the case of salts

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

You be on that stalker shit

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I was framed, got the case of salts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

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