This is a song about "Alex p keaton"

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

'you got a visitor mr. p' bitch send him in

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

We’ll take it under the huey p and expose you phony.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And that is the zone, thats where i be, if u impede then you r.i. and p

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Always getting in dept, but never debt, a upside down p is the difference,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,