This is a song about "Pop tarts"

I know you just doing your job

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

We don't pop and lock, we pop a shot, talk tough you gon get dropped

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

They burn on every block

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

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

Get off, for i pop off

Speed up, patience, please cause

Please do not expect me to go pop,

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop