This is a song about "Fa p"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

So take the stage just show me what you got

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p