This is a song about "Make pops"

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Left pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Cuz ill be the fucking best shout out to my pops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

With shocks at hospital, we learned to just duck when it pops,

My pops never gave me props for what im not

I can only imagine, uncle bob

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars