This is a song about "Root beer"

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

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

Go over there right next to that empty beer

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

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

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Father dude that wont put down the beer

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

She said i'm ready to fuck

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

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

Money is the root of evil.

We don't believe you, you need more people