Trapped in the Closet - The Confessionals Chapter 1 lyrics

All I wanted was to borrow a few racks and a place to lay my head
But papa Douglas know he be tripping (Tripping)
He ain't wanted to have nothing to do with me
Ever since I dropped out of high school and started pimping (Pimping)
I'm blinging, oh I'm the meanest
My father thought I was a drug, the way I keep these hoes fiending
For me (Daddy you are)- Shh! Y'all shut the hell up, this my confession
Now what kind of father would put his son out on the streets?
Call me a pimp or thug, I'm still his bloods, how could he do this to me?
Church!