This is a song about "Hip pop"

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

These hip-hop cops is obnoxious

Get off, for i pop off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Nickelodeon. pop and locking, hiding opium

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause i found a hella way to fuse it

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Girl i just love you