This is a song about "Money pop it"

Get you cold cocked with a smoke shot when i pop, you ain't even know it,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

I'm bulking it up, just like pop eye with spinach

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

I want it all... all of the money

You better park it, pop it, lock it, sock it, drop to the flo’,

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Cremate the money, put it in an urn

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop