This is a song about "Theology in pop culture"

In my optical trigger like a follicle to pop at you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

Beside these culture vultures i'm a supermodel because i never topple

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

Our history that they stole, africa

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

They are tied by the walls of this sadistic culture

A rush, to crush some pills and pop em in

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Pop another volume

You can pick the next room

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Pop kerolos you're ma best friend in life,