This is a song about "Guns popping"

Remember my guns like a mic,

Killing these niggas off quick

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

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

Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

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

We can talk things over a little a while

You can't evade my guns,

That was my influence

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns