This is a song about "Hoppin on yo mamam"

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

They burn on every block

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Hey yo im cashin in on these haters

My fist cracked on impact yo,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

Zonin on these emotions yo flow is my main component

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Yo, there's something on my chest (what?)

It's not making sense to you right now but

//yo motherfuckers y'all been sleeping on lucifer....

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother