This is a song about "Will p mariah"

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I treat mary jay like eminem treat mariah

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

We’ll take it under the huey p and expose you phony.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Just wait, this is not the end p

I’m a hustla, baby

Time to break out da cage, p-put you all in a haze

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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