This is a song about "Papa chae chae"

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

I asked papa why you were here

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

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

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

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

Slow down ya clock watch and spit like papa doc, hottest crew,

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through