This is a song about "Pop it"

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

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

Won't run out anytime soon

Pop another volume

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Pop in a movie and now you dont wanna watch it cause you want an ice cream

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

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang