This is a song about "Bitches popping pussy"

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

What them tippers don't see

Said she had nice pussy

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Get it popping like some kernels sipping syrup blowing circles

Popping off bout mun but came last in the election

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You know that love is a very serious thing

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,