This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

It ain't where i been

The bigger the the fun

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Duck duck, say goose

Saw the bombs on the news

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

From the gutter to the roof

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream