This is a song about "Pop cans"

You can pick the next room

Pop another volume

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

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

Please do not expect me to go pop,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Hold my tears i tried my best

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

But in reality she can't, just fighting the "cans",

I'm the sushi king

Go pop some pills or something