This is a song about "Shut p"

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Put you in the trunk and shut,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

While her fucking mouth's taped shut

But five years from now i bet she see

Hustling tryna make this p

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story