This is a song about "Lukaberry bop"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Like beep boop beep bop these rhyme can get yo girl off

Yeah, you feelin' me, more than a hot bop in a wet dream you wish was reality.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And make ya head plop, bop, and stop cause we the rawest around

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Bout that green like baby bop

Well man i do the yacht