This is a song about "Papa franku"

I go, in when i start putting words out

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Papa took a sip of his beer

Do not attempt to interfere

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

My papa saw that sad anger wire

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught