This is a song about "Pop that lady taffy"

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Nah pop that pussy for that cabbage

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Na you ain't a faggot you just pop that bubbly

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Get high on the white lady