This is a song about "Bitches popping pussy"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Said she had nice pussy

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

She say you got a pussy!

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Bottles be popping around

Careless world drop, pewm, then im out

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Popping some pills, like neo in the matrix