This is a song about "Papa docs handgun"

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

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

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

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

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

She never ready to go so she forever come

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

My papa came over threatening to sue him for illegal gunfire

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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