This is a song about "Pop the cherry"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Then split the scene! & pop the limousine!

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

When i watch you all scatter as i pop off the flares!

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Innocuous most of the time unless you slobs wanna pop some shit