This is a song about "Pop tarts"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Please do not expect me to go pop,

You know i am not gon stop

Self made coming soon

Pop another volume

Four more tarts playing harps

I got these tats all on my arms

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Pop the weasel, causing upheaval

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Nickelodeon. pop and locking, hiding opium

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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