This is a song about "Stop bu"

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

As you can see, i don't stop, never do i stop

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Another one down i can't stop

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Ever since then i had no job

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.

Only real niggas stay on top

This crazy shit needs to stop,

I get my cake; i love hip hop

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

Okay man you do the drop

Someones gonna make it stop