This is a song about "Pudding pops"

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

You blow harder than my pops snow blower

Cuz ill be the fucking best shout out to my pops

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

A$$ that pops like coco,

I'mma do this fast or slow

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

Till my pops popped me off, that was family matters

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards