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

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Bend her over, pour it out,thats a teapot

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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