This is a song about "Papa johns"

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Papa took a sip of his beer

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

My papa saw that sad anger wire

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her