This is a song about "Poppin bottles"

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

You could say i'm friends with fred

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

See these lights got me on another level

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Order bottles, no moscato

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though