This is a song about "Pitch p"

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Thank fuck this is just lyrics we don't need to adjust the pitch

Wanna hear me, go wait in line and pitch a tent

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

//^ flow to above lines: i got by 'n' murked this cypher verse.... :p.

Filled with sorrows so i trip, incidents by which i scream high pitch

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Perfect picture frame'd/* perfect pitch of frames/*

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,