This is a song about "Lam p"

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

I fucking hate this job

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

We pray while we prey on competition

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

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

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Hustling tryna make this p

But i can't stop like r h c p

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

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

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

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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