This is a song about "Pop smoke ha mama i love you pills lol"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

She tells us not to do drugs, alcohol or pop pills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I think i need to pop some bottles, take insanity pills,

Dont worry mama i remember you too

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

Not for a cop, hit the slot, pop and chop, i smoke alot

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

Dope smoke i love that / lungs filled till they packed

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

Man it’s the killer tracks