This is a song about "P h"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Hustling tryna make this p

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Just wait, this is not the end p

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money