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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

And you can tell everyone

Says he's looking for the right one

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Mobbing with the homies and family

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

But for present day, i'll pour the gasoline that will set a blaze/

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out