This is a song about "Money pop it"

If you wanted a date, don't come

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Make money put it in the lobby

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

It's really not an issue

Say you pop pills but it just aint you

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

To pop it and work out life's riddle, man

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,