This is a song about "Peter dolkowski"

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

And bang a rang to peter pan

What you talking about? lil man

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Getta letter sayin' see ya down by peter

Good love then i can do that for her