This is a song about "Making p"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Making a difference,

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

That photograph is fading

While im in the making

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

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

The mess you've been making.

Don't want to be the king

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

You can't be wiping your ass

M v p like steve nash