This is a song about "Pop shut"

Nothing will stop us when we are locked shut.

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I fucking hate this job

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

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Go pop some pills or something

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Looked around the room that's when i seen her bedroom door shut

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

And now these hoes are on my line

Your body's right as rain

Shut your mouth, call you bane