This is a song about "Pop it to hola"

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Makes it okay to slay 'em day to day, i pray and pop rocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Better stop pop-rappers getting to the top faster

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

Fuck that job been around that block

It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause i found a hella way to fuse it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

Suicidal bitches poppin lideral, i cant stop myself from takin one to pop,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block