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

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Causing me to steer, off the path, someone get me a beer,

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I hurt you more than a tinnitus case

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

Papa took a sip of his beer

And never should you tear

What a mess! but we clean in the club

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

Here man, let me drink some of your beer for you, its looking a little foamy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree