This is a song about "Poppin"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

We poppin' models like dahmer

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

I'm positive you poppin' shit, respect my conglomerate,

Poppin' shit off, get to bloggin' and to copping it or,

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Cause these days, poppin is expected

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

Took away the pain poppin plenty pills

She likes the way it hits her lips