This is a song about "Don t stop make it pop"

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

And slid back north of course to pen more

To make you stop and think about it, learn a lesson

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

For me to stop, pop! just blew of your top

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

My lyrics and won't stop till i get noticed for it and make it big!

I've been through too much, so i'm gonna make it stop

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Pop a glock and pop and drop at cops and watch 'em lock to stop you,