This is a song about "Feel my p"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Just wait, this is not the end p

I’m a hustla, baby

Hustling tryna make this p

Now that's what you call a game

My flow's insane you feel tha pain

My feelings are hurt,but rappers don't have any feel,

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

My body she startin to feel

I speak to cj often and sometimes

I feel the one problem in my rhymes

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

And i still havent seen one bit of my p