This is a song about "Papa doodie"

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

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

But this real, fuck how you feel

I asked papa why you were here

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

My papa came over threatening to sue him for illegal gunfire

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I told papa it as no use, i went over and layed beside your body

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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