This is a song about "Shut u p"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

M v p like steve nash

Car with no limit what

While her fucking mouth's taped shut

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

But i can't stop like r h c p

All i want is you baby

Hustling tryna make this p

But am i less holy

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Just shut up and listen

I'm caged up in state prison