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

I do this for the homies that are not with you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

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

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

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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