This is a song about "Popping on your mammy"

Feel your chest on top on

That's word to my mom

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Get it popping like some kernels sipping syrup blowing circles

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

One time for the ville that cole rep

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on