This is a song about "P block"

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

Living if she is or not

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Hustling tryna make this p

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Im the new kid on the block

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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