This is a song about "Toaster poppin"

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

That's boa, see that's my set

Took away the pain poppin plenty pills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

They say that i never cease to amaze

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace