This is a song about "P bugs"

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

I can pack a punch i got more karats than bugs bunny's lunch

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see