This is a song about "Poppa"

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//