This is a song about "P tchev"

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

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

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

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Hustling tryna make this p

20 racks really thats sneaker money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Yo we get the dank and bounce

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

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

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