This is a song about "Ima pop yo ass like am capone"

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

Ima come to yo home with it

After that moscato hit

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Been up and down like a criminal record, guess that's why there's al capone,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home