This is a song about "Dr p smith"

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

But i mean damn dr g, just listen to this song

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Fuck they think they is dr. king?

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

M v p like steve nash

So much class, double d’s and ass

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

I just want somebody i can see

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

I'm rolling down the window

Call all my closes homies dr though