This is a song about "Lukaberry bop"

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

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

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

Bout that green like baby bop

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

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

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Let me see you walk

Bout that green like baby bop