This is a song about "Borica p r"

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

But they sold jello in the paint

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

Or you can do better on some hate shit

You nerds r delicate rap u failed in it

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

//^ flow to above lines: i got by 'n' murked this cypher verse.... :p.

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy