This is a song about "Big papa"

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

Imagine this, an inner-city kid without his papa dukes,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I told papa it as no use, i went over and layed beside your body

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

These wussies pretending to stand big

They can’t even come around

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Superfly, opposite of basic

Yeah my ego aint that big,