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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Alot of your smiles are not even accounted for

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

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To say you beat me is to say you did alot

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Papa took a sip of his beer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Now i never did chores but of course my parents divorced,