This is a song about "Poppin them threes"

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,

Hit the ground so hard you start seeing in threes

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

And champagne poppin' every night, y'all don't understand?