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

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

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

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I'll let them pray and they will feel real pain

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I used to live in them trailer parks across all of alabama,

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

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

"smells like dope" they'd tell me, i'd just stare at them zoned out

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

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind