This is a song about "Pour it"

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

And if i pour some alize in my cereal,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

I'll pour boiling water to peel your face off

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Ask me what i'm drinking pour it up

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Pour a lot of cyanide

And what your whip like