This is a song about "Popping homies"

Homies that i don't yet know,

Call me whatever joe

But make sure if they do see

Homies my only certainty

Which is the root of all negative

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

Let me see you work it out

Bottles be popping around

Homies could get they dividends

We can never be friends

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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