This is a song about "Papa s p"

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

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

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Shit with our whole family

Hustling tryna make this p

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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