This is a song about "Champagne pop arf"

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Champagne for real friends real pain for sham friends

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

And sins we got

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne

So i took another shot

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."