This is a song about "Pop a cap in ur ass"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Because you knows you will tumble,i'll pop his ass like a bubble,

Pop a bullet in your chest,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

To yelp coz ur a little bit and ur a dick and ur goin to get kick in the face so u

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

She got me caught up in the moment

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Got my foot on the gas