This is a song about "Pop them live shots real dope kings"

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

And get them subsidized by medicaid, so they live in a cage,

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

I was merely seconds but i pour them out to prove i'm real

I give y'all my sympathy, i'm still crying them real tears,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

That's why my gun stay loaded but my goils take them shots for me, shots for me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I give y'all my sympathy, i'm still crying them real tears,