This is a song about "Pops"

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Till my pops popped me off, that was family matters

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

Please boo what's your size crazy

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

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

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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