This is a song about "My love for pop"

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Pop me some swans for some patrician feels

And she throws up whatever she eats

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Every night i stroke hoes

See i'm the serial killa.and man i love my mutha.i would do anything for her.

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

Never seen a bullet pop for a start,

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

No love at all no love for my natives at all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call