This is a song about "Popping molly and fucking"

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

I never said i popped pills, i popped a molly (popped a molly)

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

For tryin' to communicate through a song

And blast you with his fucking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

And we don't care about these new rappers poppin' a molly,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see