This is a song about "Pop that cop"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Celebratin', pop a cork sip that smooth champagne

Nah pop that pussy for that cabbage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I never dreamed that the facts would pop shit like this,