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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

But alot of shit that's happened since then

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

My dad been with half of california's women

Riding around without a fuck given

I'm all out of beer someone fill up my cup

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club