This is a song about "Papa have a case of beer"

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

, ssc chillin laughing n bein happy, we just get it poppin like a case of bad acne.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I hurt you more than a tinnitus case

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave