This is a song about "Make pops"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Off, then i'll crank the nozzle til his fuking head pops.

Time after time, again and again

Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain

Where would i be without my dogs

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

My mom and pops didn't want me

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

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

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit