This is a song about "Case of beers"

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Was framed, got the case of salts

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

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

And grab me and the crew a few slabs of beers

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Was framed, got the case of salts

Was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords