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

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

But for present day, i'll pour the gasoline that will set a blaze/

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs

Says he's looking for the right one

Top ranked, number one my son

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug