This is a song about "Scared p"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

When i get the mic everyone gets scared

Clever nightmare, you quite scared?

See, you're my best friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

For no longer am i scared,

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

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

M v p like steve nash