This is a song about "Paula p"

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Double m-g not to mention we got that

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

I'm hella mean, i'm paula deen,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

We’ll take it under the huey p and expose you phony.

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Hustling tryna make this p

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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