This is a song about "Popping tags"

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But i keep that to myself, i never tell and rip the tags.

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Popping some pills, like neo in the matrix

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is