This is a song about "Pop tarts"

Four more tarts playing harps

Tire marks, tire marks

When snap and crackle belive that bitch gon pop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Pop a bullet in your chest,

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Living if she is or not

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Pop another volume

Self made coming soon