This is a song about "Papa s p"

But this real, fuck how you feel

I asked papa why you were here

But i can't stop like r h c p

We got money to go get baby

We know we always out

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

End it here before i'm famous and my papa shows up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

My papa saw that sad anger wire

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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