This is a song about "Popping guys"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Spot me ollie popping 'top of blocks as hot as the sun

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Incase they get jumped my 20 guys

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Popping shots off from my top like an uzi

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will