This is a song about "Pop shit"

I never dreamed that the facts would pop shit like this,

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Pop the weasel, causing upheaval

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Just say he's the best

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

How much shit is he going to cop before it starts to pop

I cock block shit, pop and lock it, blow like snot rockets,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Get off, for i pop off

Speed up, patience, please cause