This is a song about "Pops"

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

You blow harder than my pops snow blower

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

My pops never gave me props for what im not

Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

My mom and pops didn't want me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'll teach you how to take it slow

A$$ that pops like coco,

Worked just as hard as pops and i never forgot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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