This is a song about "Pop music"

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

Beach on the weekend

Pop a bullet in your chest,

...i make beautiful music,

Oh your friends are sick

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Hey now got a thing for you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Go pop some pills or something

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop