This is a song about "Pop the pussy"

Phoma you'd be great just keep the (pop) gat

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

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

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Pop the weasel, causing upheaval

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

That's a sequel to the pop hits of the past

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that