This is a song about "Make pops"

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Pops had his flaws, had a fuckin problem and lost so much/

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

Me and you just need to talk a bit

I ain't really been weak since pops smashed

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Till my pops popped me off, that was family matters

Worked just as hard as pops and i never forgot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Cuz ill be the fucking best shout out to my pops