This is a song about "Make pops"

And pray to pops that i make it

I be on some other shit

Plottin' don’t even worry

My mom and pops didn't want me

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I'm not saying pops did nothing, cause without a dad you're incomplete.

My pops never gave me props for what im not

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle