This is a song about "Makin p s"

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Makin hella pesos

And these shape-shifting hoes

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Killing these niggas off quick

And thats makin me sick

Makin me scream profanity

Hey, must be the money

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows