This is a song about "Being p u m p e d for robin"

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Third ward general, young cash money

Hustling tryna make this p

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

I'll meet you in the sky

So please just go and d-i-e

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house