This is a song about "Papi who"

Who spend their time just snitching

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I be calling who next!? who next!!

As to who owns this and who goes where

And now i walk around without a care

She caught up in my love triangle

Who want it? who wants to battle

Who disappeared violently,

Hopin' that my niggas see

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Papi you're a softy, fuck with me ima eat you like candy, taste like laffy taffy