This is a song about "Poppin"

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

From 93 til infinity, we poppin major drama still

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I got a launcher and the feeling to be poppin' em cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Pour out a little liquor

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I remember last night i was poppin champagne