This is a song about "Caesar"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

Head in your soup while im headin to the coupe

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I con science, an icon to my alliance

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Caesar couldn't even seize me without, bleeding and freezing me,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity