This is a song about "Master p"

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

You're the servant, i'm the master.

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Hustling tryna make this p

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips