This is a song about "Pop cherry"

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Until the end of time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

They claim it as their own, africa

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!