This is a song about "P tchev"

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

Time to break out da cage, p-put you all in a haze

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Look it something they can't ever see

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

To them it's just a story

But i can't stop like r h c p