This is a song about "Pop lock and drop it"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I drank pop and i smoke weed, my veins clot, and you ain't even know it,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Where my niggas pop rocks and lock glocks, know not,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Everybody grab your gats and hold ‘em, load ‘em, sock ‘em, lock ‘em, cock ‘em and aim it up

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

We don't pop and lock, we pop a shot, talk tough you gon get dropped

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit