This is a song about "Pop music"

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."

Making dollar bills out of music

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I just wanna make music,

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

Make room for the groom married to his music

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Go pop some pills or something

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

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop