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

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

M v p like steve nash

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste