This is a song about "Pop"

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Pop the weasel, causing upheaval

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I fucking hate this job

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

This nation's peace sent here to run you

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

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

Pop another volume

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon