This is a song about "P money"

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

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

Just wait, this is not the end p

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

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

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And i still havent seen one bit of my p