This is a song about "Livet p gata"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

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

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

So much class, double d’s and ass

M v p like steve nash

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

But i can't stop like r h c p