This is a song about "Pudding pops"

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Cuz ill be the fucking best shout out to my pops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

Or never say never though i admit

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

My pops never gave me props for what im not