This is a song about "Popping a cherry"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Popping shots off from my top like an uzi

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Popping off bout mun but came last in the election