This is a song about "Club hoppin"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Like a rabbit yes i'm hip hoppin on the rise to the top

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

You gotta keep hoppin along like a amputated bunny

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hoppin fences

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I'm just hoppin that you notice that i'm doing this for you & the little one too

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true