This is a song about "Pudding pops"

Cuz ill be the fucking best shout out to my pops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

With shocks at hospital, we learned to just duck when it pops,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

My pops never gave me props for what im not

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Off, then i'll crank the nozzle til his fuking head pops.

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Worked just as hard as pops and i never forgot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot