This is a song about "Papa johns"

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

Papa took a sip of his beer

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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