This is a song about "Popping guys"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

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

Popping some pills, like neo in the matrix

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

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