This is a song about "My dad did alot of beer"

I wanna invite carl cuz hes my dad, he always has me feelin the opposite of sad,

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

Can't you give me some time just to sip my beer?

Haters beware, i can see clear

Now of course it was a lie, but my dad had a point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

No evidence of what dad did to her, she cleaned up the blood stain

It takes work and alot of dedication to make history,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for