This is a song about "Pop corn"

My new flow bought hublots below zero

Is it a corn row or a fro

Where god at? i need to call him

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Pop another volume

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

What preceded was the clue

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

Is written in our souls, africa

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Sitting forlorn, treating your dick like corn man you need god