This is a song about "Pop tarts"

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

And don't make vibrations stop

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

You haters put up your guards

Four more tarts playing harps

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Like you starved, cause punchlines thrown sharp and hard like tarts

Go pop some pills or something

Don't want to be the king

When snap and crackle belive that bitch gon pop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

Our history that they stole, africa