This is a song about "Pop that"

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

And niggas that try to stop me or to pop me, drop, they're hoppin' home,

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

My gold rollie tell time

Go pop some pills or something

Hoping that he's listening

I love the way you walk

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

Fuck that job been around that block

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