This is a song about "Pop bottles"

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Here i go again, falling in love

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

I think i need to pop some bottles, take insanity pills,

I love the way you walk

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

You chris, i rock

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