This is a song about "My p"

Just wait, this is not the end p

What them tippers don't see

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And that is the zone, thats where i be, if u impede then you r.i. and p

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit