This is a song about "Harry p"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

But i can't stop like r h c p

Could i make you my baby

Just put your hand on the glass

M v p like steve nash

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty