This is a song about "Coppin"

You all know my homies, they were runnin', coppin' infamous,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Travel through time - coppin a diamond and bringing it into these lines

Or coppin' some deep throat.

I fucking hate this job

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

Shoot blocks, coppin' huge rocks on the passin' hand,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Im the shit get round at me, coppin some dope, like someones cuttin the rope,

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'm dominant, it's obvious you coppin' it, i'm lost in it,