This is a song about "Algebra the p"

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

So while the world goes drake crazy

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

We dig the plot and never bury pot

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet