This is a song about "Pour it in the goblet"

Pour gasoline on your grave ignite the dead kill zombies in a succor/

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

Get it hot in the pot

Got a beans if you wanna pop

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Pour gasoline on her purse, yeah the bleached nurse

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Ask me what i'm drinking pour it up

Doing all these drugs, pour it up, smoke that chronic

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Im in it for the money

Blow up on this society