This is a song about "Gotta p"

We’ll take it under the huey p and expose you phony.

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta flows that cant be beat,

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket