This is a song about "Pudding pops"

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And suddenly you don't seem nearly as tempting for pudding

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

A$$ that pops like coco,

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Cuz ill be the fucking best shout out to my pops

Walk that body, talk that body

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

Niggas is working forever my bars

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