This is a song about "P diddle"

Hustling tryna make this p

We came.. way too far pretty baby

//^ flow to above lines: i got by 'n' murked this cypher verse.... :p.

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Just wait, this is not the end p

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Hustling tryna make this p

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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