This is a song about "Piggy p"

Just wait, this is not the end p

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Tweak it good i'm dhu one where da fuhh is lil miss piggy!?!

'you got a visitor mr. p' bitch send him in

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Hustling tryna make this p

On they twitter writing novels, see

M v p like steve nash

Your life is a product of trash

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head