This is a song about "Popping shots off from my top uzi"

Your chick said i'm hot

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

From my ''hot pen''/tell your siblings enemies n top friends/if they want real

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch