This is a song about "Pop that cop"

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Not for a cop, hit the slot, pop and chop, i smoke alot

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

South beach fountain blue

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

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

How much shit is he going to cop before it starts to pop

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong