This is a song about "Poppin mutha fuckas"

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

And breathing it like oxygen mutha fuck my esophagus

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

Got these niggas running like the mutha fucking lions coming

I'm rapping colder then a mutha fucking eskimo

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Stupid fuckas, yall doubted me just because i was new

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

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket