This is a song about "Poppin niggas"

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

Took away the pain poppin plenty pills

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Poppin' rocks when he locks a glock, shots at the moderates,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good