This is a song about "Black peeps"

You know that love is a very serious thing

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

To their backs and attract the black on black

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

Most peeps dont like the rain, they prefer the sun.

She’s a star if i ever seen one

May just gon' bring hobo back

And i thought i was black

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Now i must appease to offers that my peeps has brought us

Cause after all the lights and screams

Open the blinds and he peeps