This is a song about "Popping molly and fucking"

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

No more molly cause i probably copped it

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

6 popping 5 dropping

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

I just want somebody i can see

I'm bent off that drink, but i don't touch that molly

We no longer close or nothing

And blast you with his fucking

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time