Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X/Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)/Got a new car, got a new bitch/And I got a new deal (yuh, yuh!)
A dull, lifeless beat inspires Lil Pump to spit minor league verses. The pill poppers of the rap game are carving themselves out a niche, and Lil Pump is riding the trend all the way to the bank. He’s soaking up his fifteen minutes of fame, and in the process consuming as many drugs as possible. Along the way he’s picking up droves of women, countless luxury cars and as many neck tattoos as humanly possible. If time allows then he’s reaching for designer clothes and accumulating enough accessories to sink a small ship, a cash grab that reiterates the idea that any fool with a gimmick can make it. His new deal has him riding high, and he’s hoping that the momentum will carry him into a new era.