This is a song about "Pouring the syurp"

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

The more battles the better the flows

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

She only love me when i be ignoring

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

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

She acting all extra

I bring the heat like the