This is a song about "Cherry pop"

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

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

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

What preceded was the clue

That's how i got the weed spot

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

Just say he's the best

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Thats just the cherry on top, not the lot of it

You attack me repeatedly, i'm finna make your eyes pop

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