This is a song about "Popping veins"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Thing popping like a thing of wine. i meant the only

You ain’t never been higher than this

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

The shits still coarsen through my veins

One verse is all it takes