This is a song about "X p"

But i can't stop like r h c p

Than the muse of a family

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But they sold jello in the paint

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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