This is a song about "Ra p god"

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Time to break out da cage, p-put you all in a haze

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Hustling tryna make this p

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

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