This is a song about "Popping a cherry"

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Thats just the cherry on top, not the lot of it

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Mind your motherfucking business

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/

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Dropping her draws and the bra and got it popping

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice