This is a song about "Pop that"

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Ye too, but what em did was silly

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

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

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Pop another volume

You can pick the next room

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

So he decided to stay out there in the universe is all alone..

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths