This is a song about "Pop punk"

And all the while i think of you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Okay man you do the drop

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

See, it's something about commitment though

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

While the fbi or punk police be running in

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

The fuck is up, nothing punk, you think that fucking you're cool

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop