This is a song about "Dicky bop"

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yeah, you feelin' me, more than a hot bop in a wet dream you wish was reality.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

And don't make vibrations stop

Bout that green like baby bop

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

So take the stage just show me what you got

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

And make ya head plop, bop, and stop cause we the rawest around

Like beep boop beep bop these rhyme can get yo girl off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock