This is a song about "Still poppin and rockin"

Rockin addias rev run shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Eatin' rations infested with rats poppin' aspirin and captains

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

I’m attentive my opinion is monumental

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But we still smoke and we still fuck

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I got a launcher and the feeling to be poppin' em cold,

And champagne poppin' every night, y'all don't understand?

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land