This is a song about "Dicky bop"

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Bout that green like baby bop

Curl up like big worm when i drop

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree