This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

The more battles the better the flows

And these shape-shifting hoes

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

From the gutter to the roof