This is a song about "Lively pop"

Hold my tears i tried my best

Pop a bullet in your chest,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Theres a lucid, lively, nigga jiving in all of us/

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Well man i do the yacht

Pop the weasel, causing upheaval

Lady at the frank stand will

Nickelodeon. pop and locking, hiding opium

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

And i'm still hurtin over pops