This is a song about "Papa doodie"

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

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

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Papa took a sip of his beer

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Listen to every word that i slur

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

These sb's ain't never coming out

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

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

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix