This is a song about "Fuck the pop"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

On they twitter writing novels, see

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Phoma you'd be great just keep the (pop) gat

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot