This is a song about "P"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Knowing you can no longer party

Hustling tryna make this p

My garage full of cars that bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

//^ flow to above lines: i got by 'n' murked this cypher verse.... :p.