This is a song about "Fake p"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And that is the zone, thats where i be, if u impede then you r.i. and p

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Hustling tryna make this p

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

M v p like steve nash

Baby, you got that super bass

Hustling tryna make this p

We might be back in this baby

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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