This is a song about "Puddin pops"

I'm not saying pops did nothing, cause without a dad you're incomplete.

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

And pray to pops that i make it

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With shocks at hospital, we learned to just duck when it pops,

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Cuz ill be the fucking best shout out to my pops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs