This is a song about "Punk pop"

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

But i can rip it any style you want,you just acting wild lil punk

Is written in our souls, africa

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust