This is a song about "Poppa told me"

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Told me the haters dont acknowledge them,

Competition on the court

You told me to get lost

Passos told me "it's a good job.really nice"

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Making a movie, spike work

The things they told me, they so absurd

And inside they think rap's soft

You told me to get lost

He told me that my eyes were fine,

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine