This is a song about "Pull up and pop shit"

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Now go pull up your panties, and let go of my hand please

I cock block shit, pop and lock it, blow like snot rockets,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

U know he my nigga so back up or he'll pull his trigger and send you

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket