This is a song about "Bop it"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter

I put some cash in ya pocket

Yes we bout it bout it/

And my only fear's a wedding ring

What is it? it is nothing,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

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

Will somebody please show me how

Check it in, do it anyhow

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

So go and ride it, roll it up and ignite it