This is a song about "P igs"

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

But i can't stop like r h c p

But i think i like that, just maybe

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

If you ain't about money

Just wait, this is not the end p

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,