This is a song about "Onkel p"

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Hustling tryna make this p

We’ll take it under the huey p and expose you phony.

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

And my kick game beyond crazy

But i can't stop like r h c p

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

M v p like steve nash

So take the stage just show me what you got

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