This is a song about "Birthday mr p party"

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Just wait, this is not the end p

So while the world goes drake crazy

'you got a visitor mr. p' bitch send him in

Everybody finger point in your direction

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

He died on my 16 birthday,

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

But they sold jello in the paint

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

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

But i can't stop like r h c p

And then along came the wrong man for her

You be tapping like a mr