This is a song about "Pop that lady taffy"

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

They gotta point em out baby

Get high on the white lady

If i had a burner i'd pop that ass off and spit it

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Celebratin', pop a cork sip that smooth champagne

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Regret the days i mistreated that lady