This is a song about "Popping homies"

Popping shots off from my top like an uzi

On they twitter writing novels, see

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Popping some pills, like neo in the matrix

I was born to do the damn thing

6 popping 5 dropping

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I got a big fear of flying

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Down just so we can grow

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Who know this be the life that i really live

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff