This is a song about "Puddin pops"

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And pray to pops that i make it

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Worked just as hard as pops and i never forgot

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Left pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast