This is a song about "Coppin"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

Ha, running rebel on another level

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

I live by the code

Or coppin' some deep throat.

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

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man