This is a song about "Pop shit"

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Take out pad and paper, time to make this shit pop,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I'm fried from this ripple

Pop you like a pimple

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

I can do better without you

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut