This is a song about "Pop shit"

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

And her smile lit up the room

Pop another volume

They burn on every block

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

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

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