This is a song about "Gd p"

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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,

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

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

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

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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