This is a song about "Pudding pops"

You blow harder than my pops snow blower

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Cuz ill be the fucking best shout out to my pops

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Worked just as hard as pops and i never forgot

My mom and pops didn't want me

This is like riding through the city

And pray to pops that i make it

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate