This is a song about "Puddin pops"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

About some tyga beef shit

And pray to pops that i make it

My pops never gave me props for what im not

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

I'm seeing the birth of the truth it just pops

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

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

Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain

We was lookin for change 'til barack came