This is a song about "Gotta p"

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

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

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

Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta flows that cant be beat,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

It ain't hard to make money

Hustling tryna make this p

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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