This is a song about "Poplar bluff"

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

When they showed up at your door at christmas

I just called your bluff this is so fucking rough

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

To call my bluff cause i'ma give to you rough and tough

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

I would shove you off the bluff,

Wood chain with a jesus

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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