This is a song about "Popping homies"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

With the piece that kel was rocking

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Thing popping like a thing of wine. i meant the only

Bottles be popping around

Meek milly racked up racked out

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Popping some pills, like neo in the matrix