This is a song about "Fuck the pop"

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Surprised he didn't pop the pills because he was lost

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

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

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

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor