This is a song about "Pop ouy"

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

Almost cried right on the spot

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

There ain't no tellin when i'll snap crackle pop

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

I just wanna be higher than that

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

But most of the time

Carol city or was it the west

Pop a bullet in your chest,