This is a song about "What s p"

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

M v p like steve nash