This is a song about "Popping homies"

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Popping some pills, like neo in the matrix

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Homies could get they dividends

I like rollin' with friends

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Popping shots off from my top like an uzi