This is a song about "Scetchy p"

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

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

Always getting in dept, but never debt, a upside down p is the difference,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

M v p like steve nash

You can't be wiping your ass

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.

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

You already are caged

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

But i can't stop like r h c p

The good kid from the ugly city