This is a song about "Papa johns"

A born starter, in the game for real

I asked papa why you were here

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

My papa saw that sad anger wire

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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