This is a song about "Fuck hip pop"

Draw so fast from the hip,

But see i planned a trip

Cause, i need that one good time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Today it's ill, and fuck the rest of hip-hop that says "stayin' real",

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

And this will be the song that we sing

Go pop some pills or something

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Today it's ill, and fuck the rest of hip-hop that says "stayin' real",

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

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop