This is a song about "P oiugyft"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Hustling tryna make this p

Bait baby, wait baby

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

We came.. way too far pretty baby

But i can't stop like r h c p