This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Here's the answer and the antidote:

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

I'm why baby mamas leave

As the tao converted the thief

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Little more weed, first class seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs