This is a song about "Cherry pop"

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Get off, for i pop off

Intendent attend them, cool cause

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Please do not expect me to go pop,

I gotta know if it's real or not

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

Once as a slave who imagined being free