This is a song about "Case of beers"

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I was framed, got the case of salts

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Was framed, got the case of salts

I was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

And grab me and the crew a few slabs of beers

My city's culture to the game now in existence

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

I was framed, got the case of salts

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

, ssc chillin laughing n bein happy, we just get it poppin like a case of bad acne.