This is a song about "Popin the choppa"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

In the heat of the summer,

I don’t care where ya are

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

So, they hate and they say

The truth but thats the way