This is a song about "Bare p"

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hustling tryna make this p

It's obvious i'm crazy

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I don't care, you don't dare, for this pain you cannot bare

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Despite all his wrongs, i love the guy bare,

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

//^ flow to above lines: i got by 'n' murked this cypher verse.... :p.

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