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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

Your such a pussy puked on your first beer

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

People look at my like i am a mental case

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Papa took a sip of his beer