This is a song about "Pop tart"

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

And now the present got you struggling

Go pop some pills or something

My rhymes eat up your lines like a fuckin pop tart

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Never ever pay rent

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Only real niggas stay on top

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