This is a song about "Papa doodie"

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I asked papa why you were here

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Papa took a sip of his beer

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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