This is a song about "P money"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Music is money, money isn't music

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

They say i talk like im god body

Just wait, this is not the end p

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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