This is a song about "Papa chae chae"

Stand out here fight over quarterswhile i walked inside the diner

My papa came over threatening to sue him for illegal gunfire

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

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

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

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I asked papa why you were here

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck