This is a song about "Aiden klo p"

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Hustling tryna make this p

Cause some of you bitches funny

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

But they sold jello in the paint