This is a song about "Papa docs handgun"

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

I wish i could live with no fear

Papa took a sip of his beer

And the docs are at odds with any self sabotage

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her