This is a song about "One beer left"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Till im the only one left, in my right place

Papa took a sip of his beer

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

One two right hook left jabbing,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

Don't want to be the king

Too bad, that's the beer talking

I can only imagine

There you feel left out cause no one

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I was depressed , not one inch of happiness left.