This is a song about "Fuck pop punk"

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

The fuck is up, nothing punk, you think that fucking you're cool

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

I don't know why i'm even on this track

With such an ugly picture in it and

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Man but this ain't no sign language

Fascist nun and some punk bitch

Fuck that job been around that block

It's not hip-hop, it's pop