This is a song about "Pouring the syurp"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Almost lost my life to the industry

The bigger the the fun

Catch you up on places i've been

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I bring the heat like the

Play the game nigga

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the