This is a song about "Pop"

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Please do not expect me to go pop,

I'm fried from this ripple

Pop you like a pimple

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

So take the stage just show me what you got

They burn on every block

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Take out pad and paper, time to make this shit pop,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Get off, for i pop off

And i can't help but stare, cause