This is a song about "Gun popping"

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I went to get the gun

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Popping off bout mun but came last in the election

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Spot me ollie popping 'top of blocks as hot as the sun

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

And i be talking about me, i do this

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style