This is a song about "Pouring the syurp"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Emotion got it pouring, like liquor like liquor

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

All the disses and threats are just gonna start pouring out

This is love, nothing else close

The more battles the better the flows

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

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

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

First off congratulations on the win

I started to pout, might find it pouring