This is a song about "Pop songs suck"

Until the end of time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

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

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

It may be not the same for you

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Mr. happy pop nice songs, i'll drop hip hop pipe bombs

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Black fours red drop head doors