This is a song about "Pop"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Private plane, my seat recline

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

Pop another volume

You can pick the next room

There ain't no tellin when i'll snap crackle pop

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

You attack me repeatedly, i'm finna make your eyes pop

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Go pop some pills or something

Frightening, so fucking frightening