This is a song about "Bad p"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But i can't stop like r h c p

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

Cause all i want is you, baby

Hustling tryna make this p

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,

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