This is a song about "Pop punk"

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

But i can rip it any style you want,you just acting wild lil punk

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

While the fbi or punk police be running in

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Streets is calling you