This is a song about "Guns popping"

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Popping shots off from my top like an uzi

But five years from now i bet she see

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Go! you free to go about your business

Remember my guns like a mic,

I dropped another classic

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups