This is a song about "Shut u p"

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Must be something you want me to see

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut

Bitches is artificially duck

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

And that is the zone, thats where i be, if u impede then you r.i. and p