This is a song about "Popping"

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

We can talk things over a little a while

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

Or never say never though i admit

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing