This is a song about "Papa"

We don't care if niggas locked out

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Fuck with a man as anxious as me and i'll be em, you be papa doc/

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

End it here before i'm famous and my papa shows up

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

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

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips