This is a song about "Peeps"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

Peeps, i'm airing a vacuum commercial

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

Now i must appease to offers that my peeps has brought us

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hi ho peeps, i light the lamp like crosby