This is a song about "Pop it don t drop it"

We dig the plot and never bury pot

So they jock my tail spot, when it pours hail drop

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And now these hoes are on my line

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

With business hoes an college strippers

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

At the top/. make it drop,/

Red dots cause i’m red hot

I ain't happy with the score

You don;t thin anymore