This is a song about "Pop cans"

Get off, for i pop off

And i can't help but stare, cause

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Before i stepped into a serene scene amped out on thirteen black cans of caffeine

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

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

We don't pop and lock, we pop a shot, talk tough you gon get dropped

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Grabbing a few cans with the lads nothing could be better