This is a song about "P rod"

All i want is you baby

Just wait, this is not the end p

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

I rap fast they rap plod, i'm living in fantasy with ma rap rod

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Hustling tryna make this p