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

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Mobbing with the homies and family

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal