This is a song about "Punk pop"

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

And get caught, in the moment

And eat him alive i'm a c.m punk

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

And don't make vibrations stop

But nah, he is quite different

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Fascist nun and some punk bitch

Lady g, willy b in time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine