This is a song about "Pop locking"

Go pop some pills or something

I was born to do the damn thing

I’m sick and tired of criminals, i’m locking up a nine,

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

They right too cause

Get off, for i pop off

Pop you like a pimple

Never seen you as lyrical

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Take out pad and paper, time to make this shit pop,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop