This is a song about "Pour"

I was merely seconds but i pour them out to prove i'm real

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Cause i pour blood and tears into the lyrics that i write

Can we pour some liquor

Huh, i can't interpret her

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Weielded knife to slice ya flesh open an pour out like a gurl was

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

Pour liquors if you wanna reach these height

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right