This is a song about "Pop art"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Corduroys, cam will shine

Piece of art that i painted

See i let my nigga split that

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Okay man you do the drop

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