This is a song about "Pour"

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Pour it all up and i watch it spill slow

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Keep coolin', pour wine and dine all these dimes i see

Pour gasoline on her purse, yeah the bleached nurse

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

And if i pour some alize in my cereal,

I know what you do with that

Try to go on tour and pour this shit

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Pour liquors if you wanna reach these height

But there's nothing else inside

Weielded knife to slice ya flesh open an pour out like a gurl was

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops