This is a song about "Pour one out for the homies"

It was one more time for the shot then i was out no doubt about it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Says he's looking for the right one

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care