This is a song about "Popping all day"

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Some day i hope you all holler back

I can't keep running away

So imma chase money all day

And how he gave him ass play, all day, every day

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

Be wearin crockadillys all and every day

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

All i ever wanted was to pick apart the day

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing