This is a song about "Harry p"

Just wait, this is not the end p

Fuck fame, fuck money

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

You already are caged

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep