This is a song about "Pop mollies"

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Thank god i found you

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

As i light one for ill will

Pop the weasel, causing upheaval

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

You be on that stalker shit