This is a song about "Pop p"

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

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

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Cause i break it out a lot

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

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

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