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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Says he's looking for the right one

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

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

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

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