This is a song about "Pop threes"

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

That means i have no block

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

Makes bitches in threes all drop to their knees

Like being garbage some type of disease

Pop a bullet in your chest,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip