This is a song about "Otter pop"

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Pop another volume

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Hold up yea we the best

Please do not expect me to go pop,

They burn on every block

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

This is the part where we run hip hop

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop