This is a song about "Pouring the syurp"

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

He snapped their souls their grave still untouched it's like pouring fire in rain

Your gonna be on top nigga

I bring the heat like the

This why we get up in the morning

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track