This is a song about "Poplar bluff"

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Little faggots tryna bluff, i ain't a jock or a geek,

So im calling your bluff

On the slow jam of love

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

I would shove you off the bluff,

That's why i shine like i does

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

That reminds me of the bodies from them poplar trees,

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Be careful who you're messing with when you call the bluff out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout