This is a song about "Livet p gata"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

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

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Just wait, this is not the end p

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

You be get up on this fly shit baby