This is a song about "Papa chae chae"

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

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

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

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

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

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

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Papa took a sip of his beer

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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