This is a song about "Pouring the syurp"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

He's a boring... sloppy mess. and him pouring... on these threats

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

All the disses and threats are just gonna start pouring out

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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