This is a song about "P 90x"

But they sold jello in the paint

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

Always getting in dept, but never debt, a upside down p is the difference,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

But i can't stop like r h c p

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

'you got a visitor mr. p' bitch send him in

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy