This is a song about "Wasnt poppin"

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Sunroof flow so over your head

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

I wished on a star that shit wasnt hard

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

16 years old taking care of child that wasnt my own,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

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

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

And word i blew off herb i grew

Just kidding it wasnt poo

Your honor believe it wasnt me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby