This is a song about "Pop hold it down"

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Hold this shit down, just to get me a come up

And do or die crucify hold me down never control my fate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

So wheres the one that'll hold me down till the end

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

I'm bulking it up, just like pop eye with spinach

To pop it and work out life's riddle, man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Hold on,let me watch it

Another love song about shit

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

How much shit is he going to cop before it starts to pop

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

One day that could all fall down, to gats they hold up on us,