This is a song about "Dicky bop"

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

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

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

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Bout that green like baby bop