This is a song about "Paula p"

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

But i can't stop like r h c p

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Always getting in dept, but never debt, a upside down p is the difference,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Hustling tryna make this p

But i think i like that, just maybe