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

Still waiting for the one day when i figure out my fate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

No one-half and i hate math

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out