This is a song about "Bare p"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Hustling tryna make this p

No one-half and i hate math

M v p like steve nash

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Bare-naked bedroom bouncing better than bunnies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Vicariously get down to ya bare knees

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Had to bare it all, and continue

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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