This is a song about "Puddin pops"

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

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

She going to borrow some money

My mom and pops didn't want me

Left pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I wanted the money and never the fame

Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain