This is a song about "Livvy p"

Just wait, this is not the end p

Fuck fame, fuck money

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

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

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

M v p like steve nash

Fell asleep in first class

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

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