This is a song about "Papa johns"

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

My papa saw that sad anger wire

My brothers alone said fuck your entire

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

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

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

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

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

My papa came over threatening to sue him for illegal gunfire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her