This is a song about "Case of beer"

I wish i could live with no fear

Papa took a sip of his beer

Was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

I was framed, got the case of salts

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

But in case of robberies, i gotta stay with the heat

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Hey you're out of beer, let me get you another,

Im fed up with lives problems case of the cold shoulders/

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth