This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Wale they call me tiger stripes

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Where the fuck the chorus

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Zero options to choose

Saw the bombs on the news

Andy samberg: oh dang

Still the man with the pan

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

As the tao converted the thief