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

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

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

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

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

I do this for the homies that are not with you

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Now i'm kept untamed, blood pour out leave a blood stain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs