This is a song about "Pop songs suck"

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Watch some porn suck my dick while i eat some pop corn

And sing songs every stary night

This is everything that we call hype

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."

And i don't make no bed rock

It's been nothing but pain

Your songs are so fuckin lame

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

And getting songs signed by minors

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through