This is a song about "Curry with the pop"

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

The block pop, so da strip fall.

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths