This is a song about "Pop p"

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Just wait, this is not the end p

Must be something you want me to see

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We’ll take it under the huey p and expose you phony.

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

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate