This is a song about "Pussy poppin"

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

"stop poppin' that pussy" is what i tell her

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I think you're a pussy

I remember last night i was poppin champagne

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain