This is a song about "My pops"

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Fucking each others moms

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

My pops never gave me props for what im not

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

You blow harder than my pops snow blower

I got something you've been waiting for

My mom and pops didn't want me

Chillin' with homies and family