This is a song about "Scared p"

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

A thug niggas in tha house

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

How the fuck you wipe your ass

M v p like steve nash

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Hustling tryna make this p

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free