This is a song about "P tchev"

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

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

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

You already are caged

Cause you're most likely to crash

M v p like steve nash

And niggas flashing crazy

Hustling tryna make this p

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

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

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

And that is the zone, thats where i be, if u impede then you r.i. and p

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

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