This is a song about "Papa johns"

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

Slow down ya clock watch and spit like papa doc, hottest crew,

See you was there every year when i needed you

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

Every year i get it out

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Papa took a sip of his beer

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear