If you listened to rap back in the day, especially if you also had a turd box Toyota Corolla with a stereo that cost double what the car was worth... chances are you have gone through a Miami Bass phase. I never had a sub in any of my cars but I still owned a DJ Magic Mike CD to bump in my friends cars. One of the first rap records I ever listened to was 2 Live Crew (with the volume on 1 and my ear pressed to the speaker so no adults/parents could hear it). Following in the great tradition of booty bass anthems is Death Jam.
This track P.P.P (pussy Poppin' Posse) is the soundtrack to doing meth and eating homeless dudes faces. The first time I heard this shit I instantly pulled money out of my pocket and made it rain all over the house. Oh I popped my pussy bro. I popped it fully and completely.
This song could easily replace the Star Spangled Banner as the new national anthem. When they talk about the FLOTUS poppin' that pussy and then there is an eagle with an American flag backdrop? Bro! So don't just sit here and read this shit. Go pop that pussy. Pop that pussy for the first lady, pop that pussy for America, and pop that pussy...for freedom.