This is a song about "Papa lamericano"

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

A born starter, in the game for real

I asked papa why you were here

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

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