This is a song about "Popping veins"

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Spot me ollie popping 'top of blocks as hot as the sun

The shits still coarsen through my veins

I like my girls skinny with brains

Bottles be popping around

Cause i fuck all her brains out

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Dropping her draws and the bra and got it popping

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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