This is a song about "How knuckles pop"

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Please do not expect me to go pop,

And yea we both coming

Go pop some pills or something

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

If you had, one shot

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music