This is a song about "Pop that lady taffy"

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

But whos that lady im with? look again, thats your mom bitch

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

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

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

I want a woman not a lady

And its simple as that baby

Celebratin', pop a cork sip that smooth champagne

We was lookin for change 'til barack came