This is a song about "Big papa"

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

Big tits and a big ass

Got my foot on the gas

And if i do go you better come through

Papa said "be you" don't wear an over sized shoe

And of course, my car's off course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,