This is a song about "Pouring the syurp"

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Can't stop the storm from pouring chloroform/

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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