This is a song about "P rico"

Just let it chill joe

Im from puerto rico

Just put your hand on the glass

M v p like steve nash

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

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

It's no longer a new jack city

That's the way, you can move it baby

But i can't stop like r h c p