This is a song about "Harry p"

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Hustling tryna make this p

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

You're #presidential but #you #don't #do #shit like harry truman,

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

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

Killing is my hobbie, fuck harry potter nigga, i finna kill dobbie

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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