This is a song about "Funcky pop"

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

I got a part time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

They right too cause

Get off, for i pop off

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Pop another volume

And her smile lit up the room

Beach on the weekend

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

They burn on every block