This is a song about "Ginger beer"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

Amir better be up in here cuz hes gotta buy the beer,

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

We put a wreath on niggas' career

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

No one-half and i hate math

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear