This is a song about "Poppin pussy"

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

When i’m looking in the mirror

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Said she had nice pussy

Hopin' that my niggas see

We poppin' models like dahmer

I'm gon do it proper