This is a song about "Algebra the p"

Could i make you my baby

Hustling tryna make this p

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Well man i do the yacht

A thug niggas in tha house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

//^ flow to above lines: i got by 'n' murked this cypher verse.... :p.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Hustling tryna make this p

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

But i can't stop like r h c p

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

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