This is a song about "Curry with the pop"

I'm bulking it up, just like pop eye with spinach

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

When i watch you all scatter as i pop off the flares!

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock