This is a song about "Gun popping"

This is like love, that you can never get

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

Bottles be popping around

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Hold on you can see my vision

Grab my knife and my gun

Ok i hear you talkin

Just give me a carrot gun

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

Grosse pointes blank popping in your back before i cut slack

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

Dropping her draws and the bra and got it popping

Ross and folarin, couple women

You talkin bout toting that gun