This is a song about "Papa chae chae"

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Papa took a sip of his beer

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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