This is a song about "Bop it"

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

See i let my nigga split that

Cause you can live it, live it, live it,

10th grade, eyes red as shit

It makes me sad to see it

Ya love it gone admit it

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

With g's in my pocket

Yes we bout it bout it/

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock