This is a song about "Peter and alley"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Lookin like a walmart greater with a 3 inch peter.

I'm off in some alley

What them tippers don't see

Meet peter - a loser who was sayin' he could take

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Shoot you in the spine, trigger a flashback in the back of the alley

Social conditioning and

This how i hear it different

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

I loved peter pan when i was growing up