This is a song about "Shop and pop"

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas

So we goin out thea. set up shop and get it on out thea.

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Nickelodeon. pop and locking, hiding opium

When snap and crackle belive that bitch gon pop

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Almost cried right on the spot

Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops