This is a song about "Pop tarts"

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

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Just searching for the perfect shot

There ain't no tellin when i'll snap crackle pop

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

And i don't make no bed rock

Pawning my chain in the shop

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

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Nickelodeon. pop and locking, hiding opium