This is a song about "Pep i"

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

Use patience as my best approach

Well i think i inherit this

And i can't help but notice

Well, that's what you are

And i think i like her

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

I though i was red hot

I sit here listen' wishin' that i

We was high school peers, in junior high

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Uppity bitches, handling business

Living lives i wish i had

Where the black girls get their weaves back