This is a song about "Have a case of beer"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Here man, let me drink some of your beer for you, its looking a little foamy

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I was framed, got the case of salts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

Unable to think clear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Causing me to steer, off the path, someone get me a beer,

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier