This is a song about "Popping cars"

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Got like a hundred cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again