This is a song about "Coppin"

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

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,

Or coppin' some deep throat.

Used to find dope in his coat

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

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

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

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

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