This is a song about "Bare p"

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

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Where you belong with your family

Hustling tryna make this p

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Had to bare it all, and continue

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

If i was out in the cold, i really couldn't bare

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

The noise became over whelming for him to continue on to bare,