This is a song about "Koly p"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Okay man you do the drop

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Time to break out da cage, p-put you all in a haze

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

Always getting in dept, but never debt, a upside down p is the difference,

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

But i can't stop like r h c p

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money