This is a song about "Yo papa"

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Stand out here fight over quarterswhile i walked inside the diner

My papa came over threatening to sue him for illegal gunfire

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

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Yo yo, hop into my mercedes

My fist cracked on impact yo,

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools