This is a song about "Master p"

In case i betray my people and master

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Hustling tryna make this p

Just wait, this is not the end p

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

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

No one-half and i hate math

M v p like steve nash