This is a song about "He don t pop xans"

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

At the same damn time

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

We gonna be all the way gone

It's the don rapping at the dawn

You don;t thin anymore

That's what rains for

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Pop another volume

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again