This is a song about "Onkel p"

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

M v p like steve nash

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

But make sure if they do see

Hustling tryna make this p

Just wait, this is not the end p

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy