This is a song about "Pop tarts"

I got these tats all on my arms

Four more tarts playing harps

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

You haters put up your guards

Four more tarts playing harps

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Pawning my chain in the shop

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

Pop a glock and pop and drop at cops and watch 'em lock to stop you,

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Go pop some pills or something

And yea we both coming

Brave like brave heart drugs but stay smart pop some sweet tarts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards