This is a song about "Fuck hip pop"

So, fuck whoever hating i stay letting my tool pop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause i found a hella way to fuse it

The dead society of a poet

Draw so fast from the hip,

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Been running around trying find a job

But i fuck them off and pop out the middle finger

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause i found a hella way to fuse it