This is a song about "Pop the cherry"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins