This is a song about "X p"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Like hoes down in magic city

But i can't stop like r h c p

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

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

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap