This is a song about "Popping da club"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I'm the man 4 da game cuz i bring on da game

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Dropping her draws and the bra and got it popping

You messin wit da truth,

When they hear me rocking the groove

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Talking about fight club,

I know you're mad, but so what

But she forgot about the golden rule

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

The dead society of a poet

We're just popping pills yea that real shit