
It’s time for the twerkulator.
It’s time for the twerkulator.
Where the bad chicks at?
It’ll be okay.
Something make you do wrong.
Upgrading the optics.
Roll with the winner.
Fuck your job!
And here we are.
Pop Smoke speaks.
The block is hot.
The style and skill are on a par with the exaggerated musicality. I tried to understand the message of the song. I think it's about a person who thinks they can do a series of things that may be beautiful or "powerful," but in reality it's nothing of the sort. People are like chickens that eat each other and don't know that they're raised and live only to be eaten.