This is a song about "The legebd"

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Still the man with the pan

Playboy, i don't own that man

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

As the tao converted the thief

I'm why baby mamas leave

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.