This is a song about "Poppin mutha fuckas"

"stop poppin' that pussy" is what i tell her

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Knocking fuckas out, time to sleep, we hounds and your blood is a sign of meat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Stepping out the spaceship with a mutha fucking task force

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Got these niggas running like the mutha fucking lions coming

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

But i spit so hard i make you motha fuckas lean

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick