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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

People look at my like i am a mental case

Crack another beer and grab the gear to have it out of the way, safe

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like

Or just to stay under a ceilin' in the case of the ghetto

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste