This is a song about "Papa rapa"

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

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

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