This is a song about "Pop punk"

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

You know i am not gon stop

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

Huh, got to get better with time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

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

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers