This is a song about "Ms pop"

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Ever since then i had no job

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Not to shit on you

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Walked up and started to creep behind her, you reached within her reach

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Nickelodeon. pop and locking, hiding opium

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

They claim it as their own, africa