This is a song about "Dr p smith"

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Hustling tryna make this p

I just want somebody i can see

Dr. dre, don't just stand there, operate!

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

And when it come to the cash

M v p like steve nash

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith