This is a song about "Papa smurf"

I asked papa why you were here

I dont really shakespeare

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

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

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

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Fuck with a man as anxious as me and i'll be em, you be papa doc/

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

My papa came over threatening to sue him for illegal gunfire

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves